Adriana laughed as she took a sip of her drink, looking the woman up and down with curiosity. She wasn’t mortal, Adriana could sense that much.
“I travelled up from London,” Niamh explained. “I came here with that dickhead who ditched me.”
“Ah, is he your partner?”
Niamh laughed, spitting some of her drink out and holding her hand to her chest. “Fuck, no! No, no, we just work together. I’m not interested in him, or men in general, if you were wondering.”
Adriana smirked at her less-than-subtle hint. She offered her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Niamh. I’m Addie.”
Niamh’s eyes widened in obvious surprise at her introduction, but shook her hand with a small giggle.
Adriana settled back against the sofa, twisting her body to face Niamh, propping her elbow on the back to lean her head on her hand. It had been so long since she’d experienced anything that wasn’t based on pure need, the type of need that didn’t require a name, so it was nice that Niamh had introduced herself. It made Adriana feel human.
“So are you just visiting the club, or are you in Manchester for a while?”
“A bit of both,” Niamh replied, her eyes wandering Adriana’s body, lingering on her gloves for a moment. “We came up for work and Nic wanted to visit a club that he hadn’t already drunk dry, in every sense, so we thought we’d swing by before we left.”
“I see. Well, I’m glad you could find the time to stop by.”
The two of them exchanged in flirty conversation for hours. The bar had picked up a few more people, some from outside and some who had retired from the private rooms and needed to cool off. But there wasn’t a single person who wasn’t touching or kissing or feeding from someone. And as the night grew late and glasses became empty, Adriana found herself leaning in and kissing the beautiful woman sat next to her.
Adriana held her face and threw a leg over, straddling her on the sofa in front of the entire bar as Niamh’s hands found her waist. She ran her fingers through her short dark hair, biting down on her lip when she felt Niamh’s hands squeeze her hips, pulling her closer.
Adriana pulled back to look her in the eye. “What would you like me to do? I can feed from you in here, but anything else we’ll need a room for.”
“You’re a Lamia?” Niamh breathed out. “I’ve never been fed from, what does it feel like?”
Adriana smiled, her fangs poking out between her lips. She held Niamh’s face and kissed her gently, before trailing her lips along her cheek and flicking her tongue against her ear.
“It can hurt, and it can feel as amazing as you want it to. I can make sure you enjoy it.”
When Niamh didn’t respond, Adriana leant back and fixed her with a stare. As much as she wanted to devour the woman beneath her, she would never dare to dream of taking blood without full permission.
“You don’t have to,” she said softly. “It’s completely your choice. We can stop this right now, if you’d rather. I won’t pressure you whatsoever.”
Niamh smiled at her, her hands coming under Adriana’s shirt and rubbing her waist. “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like, and now's a time as good as any.”
Adriana laughed, bringing her lips back to Niamh’s before pulling away again to look her in the eye, silently checking if this was what she wanted. Niamh nodded, her hands continuing to rub Adriana’s sides before reaching round to grab her behind.
Adriana tipped Niamh’s head back with two fingers under her chin, whispering sweet nothings and using her Lure to set the mood and ease any tension. It wasn’t often she used her Lure on anyone, but the euphoria she felt as she allowed it to flow from her body to Niamh was so exquisite, she half wished she’d used it more often. That was something she’d never known before becoming a Lamia, that the ecstasy the person under her Lure would feel would also affect her, too.
She wrapped a hand around Niamh’s jaw, not hurting her but keeping her head firmly in place so she wouldn’t pull away and risk hurting herself. She kissed down the side of her neck, sucking on her pulse, before she slowly sank her fangs into her.
Niamh gasped at the pain and gripped Adriana harshly, but began to moan as Adriana’s other hand reached under her shirt and began to play with her breasts. Adriana lazily drank from her, being careful not to take too much and be as gentle as she could, though it was almost a struggle not to draw too much too soon. It had been a long time since she’d tasted blood with that much power. Lupus blood, she realised.
She could feel Niamh relax against her, her blood tasting sweeter as her arousal increased. But she didn’t want to overdo it, especially as it was her first time being fed from. Releasing Niamh from her Lure, she licked over her neck, cleaning up the drops of blood that blossomed from her bite mark and soothing the sharp sting with her tongue. Niamh’s grip loosened as Adriana leant back to check she was okay and saw a dazed smile on her face.
“Are you alright?” Adriana asked.
Niamh nodded, humming in satisfaction. Adriana laughed as she stood up, swaying slightly at the blissful concoction of whiskey, wine and such powerful blood. She’d ask her about that later, perhaps even offer to meet her outside the club on another occasion. Although Adriana had never dated, never dared to attempt to fall in love again, she couldn’t always pass up the opportunity to have a little fun with a pretty face.
Adriana stumbled into the washroom, taking off her gloves and running her hands under the taps before splashing water on her face to clean Niamh’s blood that had trickled down her chin. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the already healed wound on her neck from Mitchell had left a trail of blood down her chest and stained the top of her shirt.
With a sigh she twisted her hair into a bun and pulled the shirt over her head to try to scrub some of the blood off before it fully dried, not wanting Cass to see when she got home. She left the tap running, letting the sink fill up, when she heard a soft gasp behind her.
She looked up in the mirror and saw Niamh standing behind, staring at her back.
“Fuck,” Adriana breathed out, as she dropped her shirt in the sink.
